How her heart
rejoices to learn that her slave child will hereafter be happy in
this life! ever will she pray that peace and prosperity reward their
virtues. Her own prospects brighten with the thought that she may,
ere long, see them under her own comfortable roof, and bestow a
mother's love on the head of her long-lost child.
And now my reader will please to suppose these two years of
school-days passed-that nuptial ceremony in which so many mingled
their congratulations, and showered blandest smiles upon the fair
bride, celebrated in a princely mansion not far from the
aristocratic Union Square of New York-and our happy couple launched
upon that path of matrimony some facetious old gentlemen have been
pleased to describe as so crooked that others fear to journey upon
it. They were indeed a happy couple, with each future prospect
golden of fortune's sunshine. Did we describe in detail the reign of
happiness portended on the bright day of that nuptial ceremony, how
many would recognise the gay figures of those who enlivened the
scene-how deceptive would seem the fair face of events-how obscured
would be presented the life of a slave in this our world of
freedom-how false that democracy so boastful of its even-handed
rule!
Two years have rolled into the past, since Montague led the fair
Sylvia to the altar. Pringle Blowers has pocketed the loss of his
beauty, the happy couple have lost all thought of slavery, and a
little responsibility coming in due time adds to make their
happiness complete.
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